Indian summer is a short but vibrant time of year when nature seems to bid farewell to its warmth, gifting us with its last golden days. During this period, the silence and tranquility are especially poignant, as if everything around is frozen in anticipation of winter. The air is filled with the scent of fallen leaves, and the sun shines less hotly, but still gently. This is a time for reflection, strolls, and enjoying the beauty of fading nature. Let these short poems convey a piece of this magical time.<\/p>\n
\nDust is swirling in the air, The sun warms so easily, Autumn gives us its style, Keeping the remains of September.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nNovember<\/h2>\n
\nYellow leaves are flying, The wind quietly carries them, Birds are all looking to the south, In the sky the flight of cranes.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSunbeam<\/h2>\n
\nA ray of light broke through the fog, Illuminated the fields and meadows, Autumn's beautiful camp, Indian summer's best friend.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSilence in the forest<\/h2>\n
\nThere is silence in the forest, Only the rustling of leaves, Autumn is a sorceress, a magician, She gives us motives for a fairy tale.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe last flowers<\/h2>\n
\nThe asters are withering by the fence, But the bouquet is still beautiful, Autumn's sad armor, Indian summer is so playful.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe smell of apples<\/h2>\n
\nThe aroma of apples in the orchard is sweet, tart and rich, autumn generously rewards us, giving us a golden Indian summer.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nFog over the river<\/h2>\n
\nThe fog floats over the river, Hiding the banks in the distance, Autumn quietly sings a song about the past, warm distance.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nFading rose<\/h2>\n
\nThe rose in the garden is finishing its bloom, The petals are already languishing, Autumn is quietly approaching, Indian summer promises.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMaple Crimson<\/h2>\n
\nThe maple is crimson like fire, Smoke floats in the sky, Autumn is a wonderful time, Indian summer is a gentle haze.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nA farewell sigh<\/h2>\n
\nThe wind whispers in the silence, Autumn's farewell melody, Indian summer in the distance, Only a trace of memories.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nSunny bunnies<\/h2>\n
\nThe rays are shining on the grass, the sun's gentle greeting, Indian summer, as if there was no talk about the past summer.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nStill Waters<\/h2>\n
\nThe pool is quiet as glass, reflecting the blue sky, Indian summer has carried away, with it the flying epic.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMushroom season<\/h2>\n
\nIn the forest of mushrooms there stands a family, Under a birch tree, by a stump, Autumn generously gives us, Indian summer \u2013 a wonderful temple.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nYellow carpet<\/h2>\n
\nLeaves lay a yellow carpet, They rustle quietly underfoot, Autumn is a golden example, Indian summer is a sweet look.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nMorning frost<\/h2>\n
\nIn the morning there is frost on the grass, The cold breathes behind your back, Indian summer in the blue, Passed quietly, like another dream.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nBirds on a wire<\/h2>\n
\nBirds sadly on the wire, Looking into the distance, to the southern edge, Indian summer in thin silk, Flies away, like a sad paradise.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe smell of smoke<\/h2>\n
\nThere is smoke in the air, From fires in gardens and fields, Indian summer is a gentle hymn, Autumn gives its will.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nThe last warm day<\/h2>\n
\nThis is the last warm day, the sun shines golden, Indian summer quietly, timidly, floats away outside the window.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nAutumn rain<\/h2>\n
\nThe autumn rain drizzles, quietly knocks on the glass, Indian summer runs into the distance, keeps its sadness in the heart.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n\nFarewell, Indian summer<\/h2>\n
\nFarewell, Indian summer, my dream, A waterfall of bright colors, We will meet together in the new season, There will be a new cascade of a fabulous life.\n <\/pre>\n<\/p><\/div>\n<\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Indian summer is a short but bright time of the year when nature seems to say goodbye to its warmth, giving us its last golden days.<\/p>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[71],"tags":[83],"class_list":["post-263","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stihi","tag-korotkie-stihi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/263","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=263"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/263\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":174707,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/263\/revisions\/174707"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=263"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=263"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bukvaved.top\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=263"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}